Jul 02 2011
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I miss the Monster Ball
That feeling when the arena darkens
When the countdown comes up
When her silhouette brightens the arena
When she calls out the name of your city
Feeling the beat through the floor while she’s screaming at you to jump
The little personal speeches when she sits down on her piano
Watching her bow and walk off stage after the finale
Feeling like a mother fucking free bitch strutting your drunk self out of the arena
(via imhermonster)
